Heather hastened to obey John's instructions, returning to present him with the smooth wooden implement. He took it from her and pulled her into a tight hug, his cock pressing into her lower belly and his thigh thrust back between her bent legs. 'Fuck...' she murmured as he pressed his chest back into her face. She nuzzled it appreciatively as he made a few exploratory taps on her generous tush.
"I think this should-" THWACK! "Make an impression?" THWACK! John interspersed his statements with hard blows to Heather's fanny.
"Oh yes mister!" she crooned, peppering his chest with kisses, "I need an impression made real bad!"
"Bet you've got some big plans you could have messed up!" he lectured, bringing the spoon down over and over as her buttocks clenched involuntarily.
"Come on, I feel bad enough - "
"Well I'm going to make you feel worse!" John shouted, upping the speed of the spanking, "Cute girl like you, risking everything for a few minutes of action! What were you thinking?!"
"You were hooooot!" she wined, her fingers digging into his back and buttocks. Righteous as John was feeling, he had to appreciate her taste. He ceased his **** on her shorts-clad bottom, running the heavy head of the spoon up and down the cleft of her buttocks. Her breathing evened out, and she shot him a look that was equal parts murdurous intent and pure lust.
With a smooth motion hiding his own nerves, John brought his hand up under her chin. "You okay?" he asked in a low voice.
"That all you got?" she shot back, eyes widening at his sudden grin as she realized she'd been baited.
"Glad to hear it. Get on your hands and knees, and stick that cute rump up. I want to **** it some more before I have fun inside you"
Heather glared, muttering something about 'such a freak' as she got into the position John had named. He took his time admiring the view, her full breasts hanging down, bottom rounded up and out, her face glaring at him from behind a pigtail.
"You look just like a pouty little kid" he teased, running his hands over her naked form and pressing his erection into her side. "a naughty little girl who got caught in her uncle's underwear drawer. Do you know what you're playing with, little girl?" he asked, running his hand down her naked belly to rest at her cleft.
"Teach me how grown-ups play, Uncle John" Heather whispered, eyes rolling back as John's hand rubbed her swollen clit.
"Oh, I'll teach you a good lesson," John said, raising the wooden spoon with one hand while his other continued its exploration of her pleasure palace. "But-"
John brought the wooden spoon down, a sharp intake of breath the only reaction forthcoming. He settled into a rhythm, one hand rubbing and pinching Heather's clit while the other beat a slow applause at the beauty of her figure on her jiggling buttocks. "-Bad little girls don't get rewarded until after they take their punishment like good little girls" he finished, dispensing pleasure and pain inches apart on the twitching brunettes body.
"Beat the bad out of me" she intoned as John's instrument of correction rose and fell. "fold and reforge me until I'm purified enough to serve your cause"
It sounded like a quote - John made a mental note to check it out. Sounded sexy. He had to ad mire Heather's stoicism as he beat her upturned ass. He decided she'd had enough and paused to admire his handiwork, admiring the rise and fall of her bare chest, the beads of sweat on her body, the way her bottom seemed to cry for relief from inside it's cotton confines. "Hold this for me" he said, putting the wooden spoon between her cheeks, and Heather clenched them together with a muttered, "such a freak..."
John stood to admire his handiwork, the rude girl on his floor brought to heel by the power of sex - and properly applied cooking utensils. It looked picture-perfect, so he took one.
"Hey, what-" Heather turned, just in time for him to snap another. "Nonononono, hey, come on, what are you doing?" Heather bounded to her feet, a panicky look on her face.
"Boys need spank bank material too" John said, holding his phone away from Heather. "and you look very cute as a punished niece"
"Hey, no - I didn't agree to that-" Heather protested, trying to grab his hand as he angled his body away.
"You were willing to risk being on a sex offender registry not too long ago, for something you thought might turn me on" John pointed out, as the not-quite-wrestling match built. "Now you're not willing to risk looking stupid in front of your friends for something you know turns me on? I promise I won't show it to anyone unless you royally piss me off. And you don't plan on doing that, do you?"
"No, but- come on, I don't want to hurt you-" Heather protested, her face inches from his as he continued the game of keep away.
"You like pleasing men, don't you?" John continued as he leaned in, surprised at her strength but not letting on. "You like making us happy"
"Of course I do!" Heather protested, and before she could voice any other protest, John had leaned in the extra half-inch and planted a kiss on her lips. It was a gentle kiss, but insistent, and it wasn't long before Heather had turned her attention from his phone to his face. John set it down as he led her into the bedroom, breaking the kiss just long enough to open the door.
"John, I-" Heather began, looking at him with scared eyes
"-have been a very good girl. You've faced a lot of your fears and you're going to get your reward." John finished, with a confidence that felt entirely unearned.
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